Could you love evil,
enough to forgive it?

If I were a demon
I’d be destine to live it.

I’d hope you’d understand
in the bitter ends…

On our return
to the source of all
love and sin!

The frequency of my love
Is in the strokes of my heart
Beating in atonement
With my music and my art

Lifting ever higher
The vibration of my will
I have come to realignment
Where peace is all that’s real!

I understand
what you’re conveying..
You’re ready when it’s time to pass…
When entropy settles into the bones
the spirit longs for another task…

I’m not ready to allow
entropy to set in yet
I have far to much love to express..

Death is a disease, I am immune!
Cause I believe in love beyond the tomb
………………………………………….

Share the experience of viruses.
Micro packages
of environmental information.
!!!
The biome is your savior,
not your enemy!

I know you’re programmed to believe viruses are our enemies,
but that is absolutely a backwards
anti nature condition.
As a matter of fact!!
We are alive because of viruses……..

We are gifted
another try
every time
we end a life
!!!
We can awake to
a brand new existence
where magic is accessible
and higher love is persistent
$$
In the soothing whisper of death
fear has no foundation
we can leave the doors unlocked
and take a stress free vacation…
P.S.
Take my word
death is absolutely safe
so enjoy your life
fearing not your fate!

When white lies trickle
into my speech
I hold my tongue
pressed against my teeth

I take a deep breath
and tell the truth
I can’t live this life
any better then you!

Travelers 🧳 Tim

Her night
wasn’t what
I imagined…
her darkness
was dreary
void of compassion…
cold and sleepy
she held me under…
in a spell
of dreamy dread
I wandered…
restless I awoke
sweaty and soaked
her tentacle clinging
of unresolved hopes..

The beautiful day
was well under way
as I left the night behind
so I let it all go
and took to the road
following the one way sign
….

Eerily in the morning
I tend to follow rules
But...
rhyming in good timing
lack a certain cool!

When evening passion flows
my soul resumes it’s journey
my word in hot pursuit
to express a primal yearning

Stings of my guitar
bend from black to *****
connecting all the patterns
fast fret rockabilly groves!
And…
I’ve been known to play a bit
of jazzed soak blues…

The days are long
for a bard such as me
For…
I come from Traverse City
with a guitar on my knee!

My muscles are fatigued
So will you please
Hold this world
For me?